Wednesday, December 1, 2010
If only I could hear it once more
I hear another whisper say, "It is My voice that you hear now. It is My voice, your Father, that you must listen to now." Chills ran up my spine. To love my earthy father, oh, how he was so precious to me. I miss him dearly. I wish my children could see him. I wish he could hold his great-granddaughter. Now, that would be a sight to behold. But until I see him again, I am okay. In fact I am good. The Lord is my heavenly Father, my Savior, and it is His voice I long to hear daily.
Thank You, Lord, for filling my heart like no other. For wrapping me in Your love. A love I have never known before. I pray each day I am quiet enough to hear Your voice. For it is Your voice that will lead me home.